The Master of Aberfeldie, Volume 2 (of 3)Grant, James
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The Master of Aberfeldie, Volume 2 (of 3)
Grant, James
Fiction
To attempt the role of a lover again, after all that had passed, and
after all that he was aware must be known to Miss Raymond, was, he
knew, impossible; but he had a trump card to play in the way of
extortion--plain, blunt, rascally extortion; so, conceiving that the
girl was utterly alone, he could not for the life of him resist
bantering her a little, all the more as the utter loathing and dread
her face expressed, enraged him.
'Mr. Holcroft!' she exclaimed, in a breathless voice, as she recoiled
and became white as a lily.
'Yes, Hawke Holcroft, the man your fatal beauty has made him,' said
he, with melodramatic gloom and folded arms; 'when I met you first I
met my fate--a love that was my doom. But for you, would I ever have
been mad enough to attempt the life of Allan Graham?'
'How dare you come here--how dare you speak to me thus!' said Olive,
glancing at the bell handle; but he planted himself between it and
her.
'The love of you came to me when first you looked into my face,' he
resumed, in his melodramatic style; 'I remember it was but a smile--a
smile; yet a mist came before my eyes--a something stirred my heart.
Ah, Olive Raymond, it was your beautiful eyes that suddenly kindled
new life within me--that will only end with the old.'
Olive was more irritated than alarmed now.
'How dare you come here?' she asked.
'I can't help it--needs must when old Boots drives,' said he; 'I came
to show you a work of art. Look here.'
From his pocket-book he drew out and held before her at arm's length
the cabinet photo of herself in a ball-dress; the photo, or one like
it, that she had the folly to give him at Dundargue; but to her
horror and dismay she saw that it had been reproduced, reversed, and
manipulated in some way by some low photographer, and combined with
one of Holcroft himself, posed as if in the act of embracing her,
forming a strange group of two, whose likenesses there would be no
mistaking, more especially that of her, as it was a miraculous work
of art in its truth and individuality.
It was Olive to the life, with her brightest and sweetest expression
now bent on his face!
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